oh i miss the kiss of treachery
the shameless kiss of vanity
the soft and the black and the velvety
up tight against the side of me
and mouth and eyes and heart all bleed [bad word] in thickening streams of greed
as bit by bit it starts the need
to just let go my party piece

oh i miss the kiss of treachery
the aching kiss before i feed
the stench of a love for a younger meat
and the sound that it makes
when it cuts in deep
the holding up on bended knees the
addiction of duplicities
as bit by bit it starts the need 
to just let go my party piece

but i never said i would stay to the end
so i leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
screaming me over and over and over
i leave you with photographs
pictures of trickery
stains on the carpet
and stains on the scenery
songs about happiness
murmured in dreams
when we both us knew
how the ending would be...

so it's [bad word] back round to breaking apart again
breking apart like i'm made up of glass again
making it up behind my back again holding my breath
for the fear of sleep again
holding it up behind my head again
cut in deep to the heart of the bone again
round and round and round
and [bad word] apart again
over and over and over

now that i know that i'm breaking to pieces
i'll pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyone
crying for sympathy
crocodile cry for the love of the crowd
and the three cheers from everyone
dropping through sky through the glass of the roof
through the roof of your mouth
through the mouth of your eye
through the eye of the needle
it's easier for me
to get closer to heaven than
ever feel whole again

i never said i would stay to the end
i knew i would leave you with babies and everything
screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
screaming me over and over and over
i leave you with photographs
pictues of trickery
stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
songs about happiness murmured in dreams
when we both of us knew how the end always is...